into an exclusive designe
sharp, tailored black dress that looked like high-fashion mourning
d-red lipstick. She put on the dress and pinned the hat to her hair. The black veil fel
ack semi-truck pulled up to the curb outsid
out of the store on seven-inch black stilettos a
cars lined the driveway. A string quartet played so
laughing and networking. Aspen Barrett fluttered throug
uck air horn ripped through the elegant mus
wn. It slammed directly into the wro
e tires and plowed straight onto the expensive lawn, tearing up chunks
uests scattered in blind p
Her face turned purple with rage. She marched t
whined as it lowered. Four men in cheap blac
agged three heavy, pure black coffins out of the tr
crowd. Bringing coffins to a charity
embling finger at the boxes. "Who did t
door of the tr
epped out. Evelina jumped down from the h
s. Her steps were slow, meas
er black veil. It lifted, revealing her fla
he bone structure, but her brain refused to connect t
nt of Aspen. She let o
said. Her voice cut throug
na? ! You ugly freak! What
guests stared in shock at the legendary ruine
veins. She raised her hand and swung it hard,
nd shot up, catching Aspen's wrist mid-air. Her fingers cl
. Her knees buckled as
her right leg, and drove the pointed heel of her stilet
s flew through the air. Aspen crashed backward, la
forward. She grabbed the heavy wooden lid and slamme
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